【诗社】Funeral Blues——by W. H. Auden

30881617 (匹诺曹) 小白
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发表于:2014-07-09 15:26 [只看楼主] [划词开启]
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
    
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
    
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
    
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.

For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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屁老师今天不废话,屁老师很喜欢奥登这首充满“珍惜”感的诗歌。

失去你,世上再也不会有更好的美事,失去你,世上再也不会有更糟的坏事。

欢迎各位自行跟帖翻译。


@hedan990723 @盈盏 @等待狸猫 @夏了夏天的天


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